When does the morning begin – with my first
step from the bed into the day’s new air or deep in the night before with the
dream that i carry with me as i walk through the garden to make tea in the
house?
The almost full moon belongs surely to the
previous night, but the words spoken by another in my dream as she looked into my eyes are
part of today.
They will be part of my tomorrow too.
She was near the beach when she spoke but I
could hear no sea, her words drowned the waves.
“Unbutton me’, she said.
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